Chapter 123: Something to Say
O'Neill's death was a bit aggrieved, at least O'Neill himself thought, he didn't use the power of the tattoo until he died, but he wouldn't know that he was mentally hinted at by Elan. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
Under the deliberate inducement of Elan, O'Neill was carried away by anger, chasing Elan's punch, and his mind was full of thoughts of trampling the little mouse to death.
When O'Neill was grabbed by Elan's fist and pulled, and his knees were swept by Elan's legs, and when he knelt on the ground, O'Neal's brain was a little clearer, but it was too late to wake up, and a dagger had already pierced O'Neill's eye socket straight into the brain.
"Luckily, it's a brainless guy!"
Elan, whose body was not in his prime, secretly rejoiced, he only had three magics, and he didn't want to expose the teleportation, unless he was sure that all the people present would be killed, and the psychic message would not help the slaughterer.
If the telepsychic projection didn't work for O'Neal, he would have to solve it with his fists.
But O'Neill's strength is not weak, and when the time comes, the process of fighting O'Neill will probably attract the attention of middle-aged people, which is a result that Elan does not want to see.
Fortunately, O'Neill, who likes to play "Husband and Present, Invader", is a guy with well-developed limbs and a simple mind.
The middle-aged man is a wizard? Elan, who had long thought that the middle-aged man was not simple, threw out the dagger in his hand without thinking about it after receiving Ferreira's reminder.
The dagger flew towards the middle-aged man like a streamer, even if Elan was not good at flying knives, it was still no problem to ensure accuracy and lethality in a short distance, but there was no panic on the middle-aged man's face.
Elan's dagger hit the middle-aged man, but it didn't do any damage to the middle-aged man.
There seems to be an invisible barrier in front of the middle-aged man, if the dagger thrown out by Elan is a streamer, this invisible barrier is a mirror, Elan saw that he hit the dagger of the middle-aged man, and after making a bend on the middle-aged man's body, he refracted it.
This one!
Despite being an enemy, Elan still admires the middle-aged man's means of resisting the dagger.
The middle-aged man, who had been muttering something silently, closed his mouth at this time, and was about to throw out the only dagger that was left, when he suddenly saw a change in the scene in front of him.
Everything in front of Elan's vision was distorted, Ferreira and the middle-aged man, as well as the scene behind the gate all turned into abstract paintings, Elan's heart tightened, and he quickly took a few steps back.
He noticed that the scene around him had not changed, and so was the scene behind him, only the scene behind the gate was distorted, which made him think to himself: It seems that a middle-aged man is interfering with my vision.
"Watch out for the white fog line, it will freeze people! The speed of the white fog line..." Ferreira's voice came from the distorted vision.
Ferreira's words made Elan look at the white mist line, and he held his dagger and stared straight ahead.
Then, Elan sensed that something was wrong, Ferreira kept babbling, and the middle-aged man didn't stop him, was this conceited or...
At this time, Elan, who had just sensed that something was wrong, slammed down on the ground, and quickly crawled back, shouting loudly, "I greet your second uncle!"
The middle-aged man was really insidious, Elan didn't see the white mist line, but saw a lot of egg-thick stone thorns emerging from the walls on both sides of the corridor, if it weren't for Elan's quick reaction, there would have been a few more blood holes on his body now.
Fortunately, only the space above the knee has stone thorns, otherwise it will only be hard, but I don't know if he can block it with his physical strength.
Elan, who wanted to test the hardness of the stone thorn, smashed the stone thorn in the process of retreating, only to hear the sound of "pop", the stone thorn broke in response, it itself is not strong, and the lethality is all at the tip of the needle.
Eran had a bottom in his heart, so he no longer retreated, only to see him stand up after breaking all the stone thorns above his body, and at this time, a loud "boom" sounded behind Erlan.
"Damn!"
Looking back, Elan saw a piece of the floor of the corridor behind him rise and turn into a stone wall blocking his retreat.
At the same time, stone spikes began to emerge on the surface of the stone wall and on the walls on both sides of the corridor, as well as on the ground beneath Elan's feet.
This time, the stone spikes that emerged were not only much slower in speed, but also half in size, and Elan, who was extremely fast, swung the dagger in his hand and cut off all the stone spikes that could hurt him.
O'Neill's body was torn apart by the stone thorns, and blood slowly flowed from under O'Neill's body, quickly staining the floor of the hallway red.
Elan, who had cut off the stone thorn, picked up the stone thorn and threw it into the "abstract painting" directly in front of his field of vision, which could not be seen for a long time, otherwise he would feel dizzy and nauseous.
"Tom!tom!" several times in succession, Elan threw out a few stone spikes, and the sound rang out several times, and not only that, but the "abstract painting" also fluctuated violently.
Seeing the reaction of the "abstract painting", Elan threw out more stone thorns, and as the fluctuations on the surface of the "abstract painting" became more and more intense, the scene directly in front of his vision slowly became clear.
Sure enough, although the scene was distorted like an abstract painting, it was just a trick by the middle-aged man, and after verifying his idea, Elan threw up the stone thorn and became more energetic.
Alan felt a little pity in his heart, if he had the ability of a barbarian to throw a short spear, maybe the battle would be over.
Finally, the stone spike thrown by Elam may have caused big trouble for the middle-aged man, and the distorted scene in front of Eran changed back to its original state.
Ferreira from behind the door looked at Elan in surprise, and the middle-aged man smiled hypocritically, "You're very good!
"I also think we can talk about it, there is nothing that cannot be discussed!"
Elan, who had just finished speaking, saw the middle-aged man suddenly stretch out his right hand and point at him, and a white mist line appeared in front of the middle-aged man's finger and shot towards him.
"Your sister, you're Spider-Man!" Eran did not complain about the middle-aged man's behavior of turning his face while trying to negotiate peace, but complained about the middle-aged man's attack method.
"Bell"
The white mist line that shot towards Elan was blocked by the dagger that Elan flung out.
The middle-aged man's attack was very sudden, and Elan's reaction was not slow, Elan had the same idea as the middle-aged man, and wanted to sneak attack when the other party sat down to talk.
Looking at the dagger that fell to the ground, after seeing that the surface of the dagger was stained with a layer of hoarfrost, Elan frowned slightly, and he found that the dagger was frozen hard.
Elan and the middle-aged man looked at each other with a little jealousy.
Ferreira, who was lying on the ground, was even more excited, thinking in his heart that Elan and the middle-aged man were so despicable and so powerful, and it would be better for both to lose.